Posted on June 7, 2014

Hands

Hands

The hands of time fly quickly past, no rest, no pause, and no stopping, a constant…tick, tick, tick. They don’t allow for instant replays, do-overs, or second chances–once gone, gone. And yet, do we live our lives like every moment counts? How many minutes-that we can never get back–do we squander away? If today were our … Continue reading